© 2020 Barbara Grace Lake

What angst, what anger and despair
In struggling to obey cold laws
Like suffocating, phantom clouds,
Unyielding, joyless, deathly pale
Imposed on man, alleged from God

Could any man know mind of God?
Each wise man quotes a sacred scroll
But all are over-writ by man
“If ye have faith, ye will believe.”
Each shaman huckster’s faith insists

But if you’d listen not to priests
One voice is heard within your mind
It often lays your conscience bare
If God exists, this word’s from Him
No anguish, or demand for shame